My wife and I love Charlie Chan movies - second only to our vast recorded collection of The Thin Man movies. (He was politically correct, even though he was a drunk who consumed about about 27 martinis in the space of an hour.) We've watched them all a hundred times. We love the characters, the cars, the clothes, the era. And they make us feel safe and cozy as we fall asleep in the dark of our bedroom to the flickering silver images of a time gone by.